60. Poem
Everyone knew
There wasn't any secret anymore
She was is trouble
But none could help her anyway
Everyone had the chance
The divine opportunity
But there wasn't any willingness
Until some need she could fulfill
There're millions like her
In problem, in trouble
She's still better of
Than many others
So what if she's sick
Due to poisoned ivy
Or through magic tricks
As long as she lives
We shall await the day
When with ambulance she needs
To be rushed to the hospital
Or may be not even then
Utter hopelessness
None saviour here
Only a helper distant
As long as she can breathe
Loops of trials
Errors were many
Nothing could work
Only mess left behind
Now she's ok
Fine with what is
Not given up hope
Trying still
Silently praying
Working in all directions
Someone, someday
Will open the right way
Until then she prays
Looking for
And searching more
May be, its now
Almost reached
The right door
It's open now
A hand strong to hold